My Dad's Short Stories
I’ve written before on this blog about my father and helping him write his memoires. My father introduces me to his friends with, “He wrote my autobiography.” Not long after we finished he was diagnosed with dementia. Quite some time later, unexpectedly, he decided to write short stories. Since he started writing, his mental abilities have remained stable — substantially diminished from his initial level but stable. Others with his diagnosis have declined over time. My mother and I believe that writing has helped him keep up his sense of humor, interest in the world around him and even hope for the future. With his permission, while I am going through the process of having cataract surgery on both eyes, I thought I would share some of his efforts with you.
Dad’s Short Stories
Away in a manger lies Jesus. He lays in total innocence getting ready for anything that will come. He has known the Spirit of God for many years. He was much older than the Spirit of God but he stayed with him anyway.
He already knew the characters of God and had known them for many years. He knew the good points of people like Adam, John, and Lazarus. Their work was yet to come. They journeyed for many years, even thousands of years. He had looked for husbands for some characters. He had found wives for a large number of Mongols. He found wives for every head of state. He knew of their good points and the foibles of all the world’s famous people as he guided them in what they were supposed to do. He showed them what God wanted them to do. He showed them how to handle the gate and not to stay as they all preferred. In other words, he showed them how to please the Savior. They were all ready to do Gods’ good work. No one is perfect in every way. They could only work with what they had. The Savior was pleased with what he saw. He could read western magazines and sleep. He called on Ike and helped guide him during his service.
The rabbit enjoyed Mr. McRae’s garden patch. Mr. McRae’s eyesight wasn’t very good so if caught, the rabbit didn’t move and the rabbit chuckled as Mr. McRae continued to look for him. The rabbit liked lettuce best of all. He also liked radishes and corn. Mr. McRae looked in the tomatoes a lot. Mrs. McRae was different. She had good vision but neither of them was able to catch the rabbit. The rabbit spent quite a bit of time in their neighbor’s garden but for some reason he particularly enjoyed teasing Mr. McRae. The third garden in the neighborhood was further away. So the rabbit didn’t get into it but occasionally. Then he overheard Mrs. McRae talking to her husband. She said that this rabbit never works in the garden at all. He just eats the stuff without helping. He thought about her side that night. She was right. So the rabbits stopped eating out of Mr. McRae’s garden. Their two children were well cared for and they lived in Farson. That is all.